Quinn Loftis is a pediatric nurse turned USA Today Bestselling author who writes prolifically in the YA-paranormal romance and urban fantasy genres. She also dabbles in contemporary romance, co-writing with her husband under their pen name, Alyson Drake. When she isn't busy creating fictional worlds filled with hopelessly romantic werewolves, Quinn is busy being a wife and mother to three rowdy boys and crafts like there's no tomorrow.

Quinn made the USA Today Bestseller list with the sixth book of the Grey Wolves Series, Fate and Fury. She has garnered numerous author awards, including Author of the Year twice at UTOPiAcon (2013, 2022).

Elfin by Quinn Loftis

Never fall for a dark elf assassin.

Before tonight, Cassie Tate's biggest concerns were whether she could pass Algebra and how she was going to keep Elora, her emo best friend, from dressing her in a skimpy fairy costume for Halloween. Then Cassie saw something no human was ever supposed to see ... an elf in its true form. The penalty for such a transgression ... death. The only one who can save Cassie now is the person most unlikely to do so. Triktaptic—assassin, spy, and the most feared warrior in the entire dark elf army.

Known to his associates as Trik, the dark elf assassin is the best to ever do the job. He kills whom he must, has mercy on no one, and never tires of seeing his prey fall. The dark elf king has plans to expand his kingdom into the human world, and Trik will lead the charge. But when a chance encounter brings the assassin face-to-face with the most beautiful human he's ever seen, Trik faces uncertainty for the first time in his life. He knows the girl is much more than a simple human, but he fears the truth of her identity will slay him faster than an army of light elves. Now, Trik has a choice. Will he continue to follow the darkness in his soul that has led him so faithfully his entire life, or will the light and goodness within a simple human girl be enough to overcome the darkness in his heart.

Winner of UtyopYA Best Novel of the Year!

CURATOR'S NOTE

Award-winning author, and truly one of the nicest people, Quinn Loftis brings her much-loved work to StoryBundle. I'm excited to introduce her, and her dark elf assassin, Trik, to all the readers here. – Anthea Sharp

 

REVIEWS

  • "OMG!!!! Totally and utterly freakin blown away!!!! I just can't put it all in words yet... But FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC...."

    – Young at Heart blog

  • "This book was great! It kept me interested through every chapter and I wanted more!! Quinn knows how to keep a story going!!"

    – Book needs across America blog

  • "Quinn Loftis is one of those authors who has continually impressed me through all of her work, and she has once again just stunned me with another incredible story! The Elfin series is officially on my series to watch list, and I am hooked!"

    – Patriotmom (Amazon Verified Review)
 

BOOK PREVIEW

Excerpt

Prologue

"Humans are not to see the Elfin in their true form. They are not to know of our realm. If a human does see an Elfin in their true form, that human's life is forfeit. There are no exceptions." ~Book 1, Law of the Elfin

"You summoned me?" Trik knelt before Lorsan and his mate, Ilyrana, the king and queen of the dark elves. Trik kept his eyes on the floor as he waited for his king to address him and tried not to let his impatience show in his demeanor.

Lorsan stood, tall, like most males of his race. He wore traditional elvish clothing—black pants and a black fitted shirt made of a supple material unknown to the human realm that flexed with the body so as to prevent any hindrance of movement during battle. The king's boots came up over his pants and laced up his calves. These were also crafted in such a way as to provide maximum efficiency in battle. They hugged the foot and calves so well that the one wearing the shoes couldn't even tell that he sported any footwear at all. The only difference between his clothing and those of his surrounding warriors was the grey vest that delineated his position. The king's hair was long, hanging down past the middle of his back and dark as midnight. His eyes were catlike in shape and glowed a deep shade of gold. He was handsome, according to the females of his race, though a human might find him quite disarming.

He folded his arms across his chest as he continued to stare at his most faithful warrior.

"Tamsin is planning something." Lorsan's mouth tightened as he said the name of the leader of the light elves. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at Trik. "I need to know what it is."

"Forgive my boldness, but why do you believe he is planning something?" Trik asked.

"Oh, for goodness sake, stand up," Lorsan told him in exasperation. "Since when do you submit to anyone with such grace? It doesn't suit you and frankly it bores me."

Trik stood slowly with the grace of a cat unfolding itself from a long nap. He looked at Lorsan with a smirk and brushed his long, dark hair from his face—hair so dark that it held a purple hue and shimmered in the firelight from the torches that lined the walls of the throne room.

"I can't have you bored, my liege. How shall I entertain you?" Trik asked, giving a dramatic bow. "Shall I dance? Perhaps sing you a song, one of the old ones? Enchant you with one of the many stories of how the dark elves have corrupted the innocent and bathed in the blood of our enemies? Or maybe you would like me to wow you with magic and mind-blowing feats of daring?" Trik rose from his bow and winked at the smiling queen, who was obviously enjoying his flippantness.

"What I would like, Triktapic, is for you to do what you do best. Be invisible. Follow Tamsin's warriors to the human realm and find out why they have been spending so much time there."

"Do you want me to bring one of the pasty ones back?" Trik asked.

Lorsan snorted at the nickname his most trusted spy had given the light elves, poking fun at their immutable pale skin.

"No, I don't want to draw their attention just yet," said Lorsan. "Just hide, watch, and report. Leave immediately." Lorsan dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

Trik let out a chuckle at his king's seemingly careless brush-off. He walked slowly toward the door waiting for the inevitable.

"Oh, and Trik …," Lorsan's voice carried through the room echoing off the high ceiling.

"Liege?" Trik asked not bothering to turn back around.

"Try not to get yourself killed. I would hate to have to train another spy and assassin."

"Since you put it that way, I'll have to stay alive. We both know that there is none such as I." Trik chuckled.

Lorsan let out an exasperated breath. Trik was only half-joking and they both knew it. There wasn't another elf that even came close to matching Trik's talents, if that's what you wanted to call the assassin's skills. When it came to covert operations and undetected killing, no elves, light or dark, could compare.

"And stay away from the human females." Trik heard Lorsan's raised voice as he closed the door behind him. Just before it clicked shut, Trik responded. "No promises there."